All Chapters of Runaway To My Alpha Brother-In-Law: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

[--Kaiser Volkov--]It was twelve midnight, the kind of hour when most people are nestled comfortably in their beds, lost in the embrace of sleep. The world outside is quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hum of a passing car to remind you that life continues, even in the dead of night. Normal people would be doing something sensible, like resting, and recharging for the day ahead. Too bad I’ve never been one of those people.I woke abruptly, the familiar feeling of unease settling in my chest, the kind that told me something was not right. My arm felt heavy, weighed down by something warm and unfamiliar. As I blinked the sleep from my eyes, the irritation set in almost immediately. I wasn’t alone in my bed. That realization hit me like a cold splash of water, and I tensed, instinctively pulling my arm out from under the weight that pinned it down.Sitting up, I scanned the room, my gaze landing on the unmistakable figure of a girl, half-covered in my sheets

[--Kaiser Volkov--]I didn’t waste my time driving to the hospital. I thought I could, but I was too panicked so instead, I tucked my clothes into a bag, shifted, and rushed through the streets as fast as I could. My claws slammed into the ground. I kept my pace, avoiding the busy streets, and attempting to keep the regular patrons safe.The hospital soon came into view, and I quickly found a secluded spot to shift back and put on my clothes. I bolted through the doors, almost scaring the nurse behind the desk at the reception.“Alpha Kai-”“A woman was brought in here, pregnant, hurt....”“Oh yes. She was brought in by...” The nurse glanced left and right then she whispered. “Alpha Elias Domeros. From the Domeros pack.”My spine tingled with disdain. Elias and I have a history. No not romantic, the hatred type of history that does not go away. We’re good people individually. But put us in the same room and the worst comes out of us.“Right. Which room is she in?”“The VIP room 404.”

[--Esmarie Cruz--]I can’t believe I used to be friends with this guy. The nerve he has to... to be such an ass. I paced back and forth. Panic was filling my chest. I don’t know the first thing about taking care of children. My omega instincts are good, but in this world the younglings need the warmth of an alpha for them to really feel well.And I just don’t have that alpha. In fact, I hate alphas officially. Especially ones that disappear for years after a kiss and confession, and have the nerve to not even apologize. I hate the Darkwood. I rubbed the bridge between my nose. I feel so fucking frustrated.Looking at these innocent babies I think I should hand them over to someone who can do a better job. But with how everyone has failed me in my life, I want to do better. I want to bring up two good people in this messed up, fucked up world.I let out an exasperated sigh. Life is such a mess sometimes. There is really no one you can trust but yourself. How could he end up like this?

|--Esmarie Cruz--|I woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night and immediately sorted out my children. Thankfully, it was all in my head. They were still in place, but I could no longer go back to bed. I got up and left the room. I left the door slightly ajar so I could hear them if anything happened. Sure, I also took the baby monitor with me. I’m freaking out. I know.I’m making this whole thing seem like it’s the end of the world. And it is. But Martha, that sweet old lady helped me so much. How did she ever get involved as a mother figure to that jackass? He thinks he’s tough shit now, carrying around the same attitude his brother had.The difference is if he hits me, I will smack him over the head with my shoe. I checked the hall before I went into the chicken to grab a can of soda. I picked a fruity canned punch instead. My legs were hurting from the angle at which I’d been sleeping.The floor is not comfortable, no matter what carpet is placed over it. I took my place

[--Kaiser Volkov--]I fell asleep with the twin babies on my chest, their small bodies nestled against mine as I lay uncomfortably on the couch. Was it comfortable? Absolutely not. My back ached from the awkward position, and my neck felt stiff from the angle at which my head had been resting. I would have given anything to be in my own bed, sprawled out with a pillow that didn’t dig into my spine. But I was trying not to be the douchebag who complains about a couple of infants. After all, they didn’t ask to be here, and it wasn’t their fault that I’d been roped into this makeshift bed-sharing arrangement.Somewhere in the dark, I awoke, blinking groggily as I tried to remember where I was. The house was silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the next room. I shot a glance down at the babies still resting on my chest. They were adorable—I’ll give them that much, even if I wasn’t particularly fond of children. Elijah, the boy, was sucking on his pacifier, his eyes tight